[I cannot say it all with words.]
Evergreen. Calling birds.
Musical, like five gold rings.
A gift of presence, what it brings:
hearts a leaping, ladies dancing?
Betting sure and risking, chancing
gentle rain with distant thunder,
sounds from silence, full of wonder.
Drummer drumming, some geese laying:)
Too much for the way we’re saying
season’s sabbath, all of ever.
It is always. Never never.
Shabbat Shalom, to you . . .
“Tied up in a bow” © 2018 Tinothy Waugh